I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1043 - 637 Master and Disciple Conversation_2

Chapter 1043: Chapter 637: Master and Disciple Conversation_2

Chapter 1043: Chapter 637: Master and Disciple Conversation_2

Kamilia Camp possessed combat talent no less than Tiffany Bell’s, but was unable to fully showcase it. So far, Austin Camp’s abilities had gradually leaned towards the tactical command level.

Considering that he was Nora Camp’s great-grandfather, this change didn’t seem surprising.

What Tiffany now intended to teach Austin was the details of how to unleash the efficacy of special warfare capabilities like hers in simulation battles.

If Austin could learn well enough, when he eventually had the chance to command special warfare teams in the future, he would better accomplish the missions.

Six hours passed, and Austin watched his flagship being destroyed in the simulation system, and sighed slightly, knowing he had failed again.

He checked the time, exited the simulation battle system, and in accordance with the Fleet Unified Management Regulations, opened the Historical Materials Learning Library, and began a new round of studying historical materials, mainly by immersing himself in watching past historical events.

Another three hours went by and Austin Camp had completed an entire day’s worth of learning tasks, collapsing onto his tiny bed.

Despite his intelligence, the high-intensity study schedule was exhausting day after day, but he never got fed up with it.

As long as he ensured eight hours of sufficient sleep per day, he would always be able to recover his full energy on the next day.

After lying down for a short while, he sat up again, picking up a palm-sized piece of wood on the bedside table along with a small file the length of a finger beside it.

He had already carved the wood into the shape of a woman; the unpolished facial features resembled Tiffany Bell but not quite.

On the museum shelves in front of his bed, there were dozens of finished wooden figures: his mother Kamilia Camp, Dylan Mitchell, Quentin Cooper, Harrison Clark, Nora Camp, the ancient musician Carrie Thomas, and more.

These wooden carvings were no larger than two palms at the biggest and as small as a finger high, but they were exquisitely crafted with lifelike facial features and utterly captivating gestures.

Were it not for the obvious wood grain on the surface, one might mistake them for real.

In the words of another master craftsman in the fleet, a member of the Industrial Manufacturing Committee’s Executive Committee, Austin Camp’s carving work could be considered having extremely high artistic value and could stand the test of time.

It all started three years ago when, at the age of eight, Austin saw in the historical materials how people in the old timeline who were infiltrated by the “Song of the Wilderness” would develop quirky little hobbies. He, too, inexplicably wanted to find something to lean on emotionally.

Not long after, he began learning wood carving from scratch.

His talent was high, and he caught on quickly, completing an average of one per month, with a total of thirty-five now.

This was Austin Camp’s only hobby outside of school and certainly did help him, a born “Heartless One,” maintain his selfhood.

He always loved to make these memorable and especially significant figures tangible.

In his leisure time, he couldn’t help giggling at the sight of them.

Dylan Mitchell was worried about this and suggested, both openly and covertly, that Austin try to control his hobby.

But Austin argued that while carving these figures, his mind would constantly strengthen his own cognition by visualizing the life of the carving subject in his heart, thereby enhancing his sense of history.

If it weren’t for this support, he might doubt his own humanity.

This was all Tiffany Bell’s fault, in a way.

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When Austin was just beginning to understand things, he saw a few girls in his class showing a strong interest in him, which troubled him. Tiffany then told him the truth about reproductive isolation and the still ongoing Prometheus Project. It took him several days to recover from this shock.

…

The sound of sanding persisted in the small room, with wood shavings falling like snowflakes into the trash can.

Austin’s expression was extremely focused.

Suddenly, his wrist trembled, signaling a new message coming through his Implanted Chip.

Austin clicked to play it.

“Austin, are you asleep?”

It was Dylan Mitchell’s voice.

“Teacher, not yet. What’s up?”

Aside from Tiffany Bell, Austin had another tutor, Dylan Mitchell.

“Who are you carving a statue of lately?”

“A musician named Avril Green, one of the founders of the Solution.”

“Oh? What do you think of her life?”

“She’s an incredible woman. Given her background, it wasn’t easy for her to break away from narrow nationalism at such an early age in that time. It’s truly remarkable.”

Dylan Mitchell: “Yes. Everyone knows about her feelings for the ancients, but she never indulged in them, never troubled the ancients, and never negatively impacted the progress of civilization. Without her achievements in the political field, the World Government would be at least thirty years late in its formation. She was truly amazing. It’s because of people like her that we have today.”

Austin nodded across the void, “Of course. It’s just as you said, Teacher; history is both events and people. When we study history, we need to summarize events first, but individual spirits must be based on one name after another. Of course, even the most detailed records can’t fully reproduce a person’s image. Everyone will shape different historical figures in their minds based on their own needs. My understanding of the ancients must be different from yours, Teacher. As well as how you see yourself in your heart compared to how I see you.”